Chapter 46: The Dealings of Each First Generation
It seems Hilo has confirmed the identities of Loti Shana, Charlize, Oya, and William Moore.
But as for Lanber, there’s still no concrete info.
With his ability to [Teleport], he basically comes and goes like a whisper.
And it’s not like he cares about his identity either—fame found him through mischief, all hidden in the shadows.
Just recently, Hilo ventured to where Lanber first caused chaos, only to find Lanber had used his teleportation skills to zip off to another country without trace.
Hilo also doesn’t know his true identity, just that he’s a cryptic headache for those in power.
Because, you know, being unpredictable makes it tough to find useful details on him.
As for the others…
Charlize doesn’t really care about reality, so whether other power holders exist or not, he’s probably indifferent. Even if they did, you’d find him dreaming up scenarios where he confirms their presence.
Oya seemed to be on high alert and sensed something was up.
William Moore was fully absorbed in crafting tragic stories in his own little world, totally oblivious to what’s happening around him.
Loti Shana was too busy expanding her empire and asserting her authority to even contemplate the existence of other star holders.
Lanber was busy globe-trotting, which meant he wasn’t exactly keeping tabs on what’s going on in his backyard.
His theater was bigger and grander.
This looks like it could be a recipe for trouble—if conflict were to arise among the first generation, Hilo might initiate it. After all, business folks care about profits, and where money’s concerned, anything’s fair game.
“Hmm, looks like we’re in for quite a show.”
Night Star muttered, telling Luo Xi to flip to the next first-generation member.
The screen changed to Lanber.
This kid jetsetted to another continent, like a crazy sailor, seemingly having the time of his life.
If the first generations were tearing each other apart, Lanber would likely be partying on the other side of the planet.
Talk about living the dream.
“Next!”
Luo Xi switched the scene again.
This time it was Oya.
She was sitting in her office, poring over documents with a very serious expression.
Night Star turned to Luo Xi with a question.
“What’s she looking at?”
“Documents about Hilo and Loti Shana.”
“Oh ho—star holders involved in politics? Given her role behind the scenes as a national player, it’d be easy for her to get info on Hilo’s trade deals and Loti Shana’s diplomats.”
Night Star figured out how Oya could confirm their identities—using probability.
Soon enough, she was bound to make a move.
Empowered by the ability to turn impossibilities into realities, Oya had some serious clout.
Night Star sat back, eager for the drama to unfold.
“Next!”
This time, William Moore.
Night Star glanced at the screen; in a dim room, a figure hunched over a desk, pen in hand.
“Man, impressive.”
Night Star marveled. The guy’s passion for tragic stories while alive translated to a morbid enthusiasm for creating tragedies after d*ath.
No saving this poor soul.
Sure enough, unless provoked by other first generations, William was unlikely to venture out of his room.
A scriptwriter isn’t exactly high on anyone’s list of things to engage with, unless William wanted to bring his tragic scripts to life.
So, Night Star told Luo Xi to flip the scene toward the East.
Si Ma Yi Nan continued to play it low-key, not interfering in anything, her influence only becoming clear once a new era begins.
Shen Tu Xiu Ming gained more fame after slicing and dicing countless wicked folk, now almost deified. His rise made the court consider recruiting him, but he refused, sticking to his own path.
Wen Ren Zuo, however, collaborated with the court. His research led to breakthroughs in machinery, agriculture, water management, and transportation—catching the court’s eye.
The breakthroughs landed him in the Ministry of Works, where he swiftly rose to Minister under the radar, transforming the ministry with his inventions.
This was shaping up to be an industrial revolution, just waiting for the steam engine to make its appearance.
Timing was key.
Wen Ren Zuo’s extraordinary star gave him the edge to create opportunities.
As long as the other two first generations didn’t step in to stop him, he was unstoppable.
Night Star Lan pondered the situation after watching all the first generations.
The Western first gens were likely to poke and prod, maybe even fight. Who knows what they’re thinking?
On the Eastern front, these three grew strong together and even shared for a bit, so they probably wouldn’t quarrel knowing their goals were separate.
Eastern Contendery pretty much went through peace, stability, and growth.
The rest of the juicy stuff is on Hilo.
Hilo, Oya, and Loti Shana held some political sway from different factions; their rivalry was inevitable.
Would it lead to unprecedented disaster?
Normally, Night Star Lan wouldn’t interfere much.
But considering she’s already got Loti Shana in bed, why worry?
If it came to blows, Night Star Lan might have her back.
Behind her, Luo Xi was ready to shut everything down.
“Ugh…”
Night Lan rolled onto Loti Shana’s lap, burying her face between her legs and taking a deep breath, adding a languid charm to her act.
“Loti Shana, any thoughts after seeing all this?”
“Gwaaah… So the remaining three are in the far East. I doubt expanding my empire will reach them…”
“Huh? And here I thought your courage had no bounds. Daring to eye such distant territories?”
Night Star Lan couldn’t hold back the sarcasm.
The East was united, so if threats arose, they might cooperate.
How could Loti Shana stand a chance against even one first gen, let alone three?
Even an unbeatable army would fall short.
Loti Shana’s ambitions were huge—she wanted the whole world.
But with other star holders as variables, any resistance could crush her dreams.
Clearly, ruling everything meant facing many foes.
While Night Star Lan would help Loti Shana, achieving her ambition would need sheer grit.
Letting her take a fall wouldn’t hurt.
Making Loti Shana learn her lesson was actually quite a good thing.
Night Star Lan glanced at the sky.
Dusk was falling.
Much time had slipped by unnoticed.
The whole day had been spent watching the drama unfold.
“Ew, dinner time! My stomach’s growling like mad!”
